the money taken from me, is enough to
send me to the asylum with a strait-jacket
on!"

Life grew to take on tragic aspects. Annie
used to find herself wondering if anywhere
in the world there were people with light
hearts. For her there was no longer antici-
pation of joy, or present companionship, or
any divertissement in the whole world. Jim
read books which she did not understand,
and with a few of his friends, who dropped
in now and then evenings or Sundays, talked
about these books in an excited manner.

She would go to her room to rest, and
lying there in the darkness on the bed,
would hear them speaking together, some-
times all at once, in those sternly vindictive
tones men use when there is revolt in their
souls.

"It is the government which is helping
to impoverish us," she would hear Jim
saying. "Work is money. That is to
say, it is the active form of money. The
wealth of a country is estimated by its
power of production. And its power of
production means work. It means there
are so many men with so much capacity.